Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

"I don't have good news, Matteo." My hands tightened on the steering. "Just spill the damn news, Francesco." "Aurora Mancini is the daughter of the late Eduardo and Lucia Mancini. Her father was the former Capo of the Camorra who was killed by your father, Aldo Moretti. I looked deeper and discovered that Giselle and Lorenzo are siblings to the late Lucia." He informed me and I parked the car roughly at one side of the road, almost colliding into a tree trunk.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

After having late lunch with all the group and family, they start their meeting at the meeting hall at the left-wing of his house. The room is so spacious and very comfortable to hold a secret meeting. The first person to start is Andy. He already got the specific group who dared to attack them and burn down his house yesterday night. He pushes the remote button and one profile with a picture of a man shows up on the screen. A middle-aged man around his forties. "This is Gregory or known as 'Vendetta.' He's the mastermind of the attack yesterday night." "What's his motive to attack us? We don’t have any past history with this guy, aren’t we?" Rachael asks.

Mischa and Don Zagreus looked at her. "Shall we go home?" Mischa asked, clinging to her grandfather's arms. Laurel nodded to her in response. "Let's go." After Don Zagreus, Mischa and Laurel left the MDA building, Mort came out of his office. He immediately went to the basement parking lot and got in his Bugatti La Voiture Noire car and left the place. He made his way to the exclusive villa where Sumire lives. After a few hours of driving out of the Brethren city, Mort arrived in the exclusive suburb. It was a private property owned by Sumire Caste-Leone Massoullève. Her modern deluxe home stands beautifully facing the wide blue ocean.

“Give it to me; let me give it back to Leo.” Alex felt that it was no big deal, so he complied with what Caterina said. After a long journey, they finally arrived at their destination. Caterina got out of the car and entered the luxurious mansion that was La Vendetta's headquarters. The mansion was quiet, as it was almost dawn. The residents of the headquarters were fast asleep. There were only a few people who remained awake, having to stand guard at several points of the mansion. “Is my father still alive?” Caterina looked at Alex with a questioning look. Because what she knew was that her father had taken his place to serve her death sentence at the hands of Leonardo.

A black-and-gold monster of a house sitting on the edge of the world. Carved into the rock like a fortress built for gods. Vittorio leaned close. His lips brushed my ear. Velmorra. A fortress surrounded by cliffs and the sea. Black water. Silver towers. Danger bleeding from the ground like heat from hell. Valentino grinned. “Welcome to The Warden’s Mercy.” Vittorio looked at me, mouth at my ear. “This is where we break you, bambina.” And I wasn’t afraid. I was ready.

… Across the city, a black sedan slowed as it approached the familiar wrought-iron gates of the Ciel estate. The driver glanced into the rearview mirror. “We’re here, Miss Moreau.” Valentina looked out through the window. She smiled to herself. “I’m home again, this time I’m not leaving” The gates slowly opened. Without another word, the car rolled through. Valentina Moreau had returned to Romano’s mansion.

I pulled Vanessa and our son through the jagged opening, coughing as we hit the fresh air of the hallway. My father-in-law, Dickson, was gone. He had fled into the night. "We have to go," Vanessa whispered, her face pale but her eyes burning with a new kind of rage. "She’s at the Manor. She wants the bloodline, Ray. She wants both packs". "She won't get them," I promised, helping her to her feet. Vanessa’s POV We reached the Old Pack Manor just as the sun began to peek over the horizon. The building looked like a ghost, its windows broken and its walls stained with the memories of the night I was framed.

I just hold up my phone and show him the single-time-use access code that Clyde sent last night, sealed by a black crest: a mountain peak under a silver moon. The guard’s face goes pale. He scans it with his own device, and it chimes as the gate unlocks. He steps back, his eyes full of fear. “Clear passage. Safe travels… Luna Coralina.” The gates swing open. The manor is ten minutes outside the border, nestled in the dark pines that belong to no pack, a neutral zone. It is elegant and formidable, built of dark stone. Above the monumental doors hangs the Nightfall Crest: a mountain peak under a sliver of moon.

“Not just leak them—we want Adrien to see them. We need him to believe he’s already won.” Leo’s voice was sharper than steel. “And when he does?” Isabella’s emerald eyes gleamed with something dangerous. “We’ll be waiting.” For years, Adrien Moreau had been a ghost—a man who operated in the shadows, manipulating, stealing, destroying. But now? Now they were pulling him into the light. Monte Carlo, Monaco – A Private Penthouse Adrien Moreau lived in luxury—always had. His penthouse suite in Monte Carlo overlooked the glittering coastline, a symbol of everything he had stolen, manipulated, and conquered.